Be careful with some of that Indian food, too. That thing that looks like a green bean? It's not.Nanohedron wrote:I had a temporary superpower recently: let's just say it was vaporously gastrointestinal, horrid, ongoing for nearly three days, and the sheer unprecedented chemical power of it actually burned me where the good Lord split me. Seriously. I had burns. Scary.
No more sauerkraut for me. No, sir.
Pfft. Peppers I can handle. I'm not whining about a little postprandial capsaicin extrusion, here. No sirree Bob. That's bush league. I'm talking kraeusening on steroids, über-fermentation, ignoble rot, miasma most foul, Orkish delight, flatus corruptus, an ill wind of the something-crawled-up-my-@$$-and-died kind. GAS. Bad gas. Monumentally bad. Nearly three days of it. And it burned my butt-skin, not my rosebud. Tell me you've ever heard of caustic poots like that before. I haven't.sbfluter wrote:Be careful with some of that Indian food, too. That thing that looks like a green bean? It's not.Nanohedron wrote:I had a temporary superpower recently: let's just say it was vaporously gastrointestinal, horrid, ongoing for nearly three days, and the sheer unprecedented chemical power of it actually burned me where the good Lord split me. Seriously. I had burns. Scary.
No more sauerkraut for me. No, sir.
Heh heh. Caustic poots. You have a way with words. I believe THAT is your true superpower.Nanohedron wrote:I'm talking kraeusening on steroids, über-fermentation, ignoble rot, miasma most foul, Orkish delight, flatus corruptus, an ill wind of the something-crawled-up-my-@$$-and-died kind. GAS. Bad gas. Monumentally bad. Nearly three days of it. And it burned my butt-skin, not my rosebud. Tell me you've ever heard of caustic poots like that before. I haven't.
You are too kind. I see myself as merely a piker when clanging away in the wordsmithy, but it doesn't stop me from trying.sbfluter wrote:Heh heh. Caustic poots. You have a way with words. I believe THAT is your true superpower.Nanohedron wrote:I'm talking kraeusening on steroids, über-fermentation, ignoble rot, miasma most foul, Orkish delight, flatus corruptus, an ill wind of the something-crawled-up-my-@$$-and-died kind. GAS. Bad gas. Monumentally bad. Nearly three days of it. And it burned my butt-skin, not my rosebud. Tell me you've ever heard of caustic poots like that before. I haven't.
Let us nurse a companionly dram, Carrie, and commisserate. One always hopes that the audience are too well-oiled to notice.carrie wrote:I can, after decades of playing the guitar, including D chords thousands of times, put my fingers on the wrong strings when I am the only one playing on a stage while the rest of my band waits their turn to come in. I am truly gifted that way.
If anyone comments on it, just tell them it was improvisation and act like they aren't hip enough to get it.Nanohedron wrote:Let us nurse a companionly dram, Carrie, and commisserate. One always hopes that the audience are too well-oiled to notice.carrie wrote:I can, after decades of playing the guitar, including D chords thousands of times, put my fingers on the wrong strings when I am the only one playing on a stage while the rest of my band waits their turn to come in. I am truly gifted that way.
WAY ahead of you on that one, my friend.jsluder wrote:If anyone comments on it, just tell them it was improvisation and act like they aren't hip enough to get it.Nanohedron wrote:Let us nurse a companionly dram, Carrie, and commisserate. One always hopes that the audience are too well-oiled to notice.carrie wrote:I can, after decades of playing the guitar, including D chords thousands of times, put my fingers on the wrong strings when I am the only one playing on a stage while the rest of my band waits their turn to come in. I am truly gifted that way.
The Righteously Annoyed, "I'm trying to be patient with you ignorant Philistines" eye-roll. Pulling it off perfectly is a true superpower indeed.jsluder wrote:If anyone comments on it, just tell them it was improvisation and act like they aren't hip enough to get it.Nanohedron wrote:Let us nurse a companionly dram, Carrie, and commisserate. One always hopes that the audience are too well-oiled to notice.carrie wrote:I can, after decades of playing the guitar, including D chords thousands of times, put my fingers on the wrong strings when I am the only one playing on a stage while the rest of my band waits their turn to come in. I am truly gifted that way.
